Flip the Coin [BL] N Chapter 73. Manpower

Chapter 73 - 73. Manpower

I turned around and leaned against the wall that circled the prison yard with my cigarette in hand, looking at the sky and the prisoners.

I would have expected Henry to co to

after coming to the prisoner yard, to continue with getting on my nerves, but no.

Eventually, I saw what should be my dog coming here with gayman, not even looking around, instead going to a corner at the side of the building, which was mostly out of sight from others.

I raised my eyebrows, who would have thought? At least they would leave

alone if they ca together. They could go and do it as long as it was out of my sight. Though, maybe Henry wanted to make true to his statent and really defend his master after being insulted gravely.

I continued to smoke and conjured another cigarette up when my two minutes were over. Although the corner was not really visible, the guards naturally knew of it, and patrolled regularly. Whatever was happening in there, they would get caught soon enough.

There was no way I would miss out on a show, so I did my best as an audience, and stared at the corner.

Soon a short-haired crying man ca out, and I burst into laughter, getting a few strange looks from others that had their eyes on

as always.

"BAHAHAHHAA!" How did Henry even get his hands on a pair of scissors? What a fitting punishnt for that gay fucker. I hated how he always played with his hair while others were eating.

Henry didn't co out imdiately, and instead of the guards, soone else found him first. The crying nuisance ca with backup—a muscular prisoner, who should be his prior bed partner. The gay man pointed inside the corner accusingly.

"Daaamn." I conjured up one single popcorn and threw it in my mouth, followed by another one.

I watched as the muscular guy went in the corner, the crying man following inside as well.

Who would co out of the corner? I bet twenty thousand bucks that it will be.... Hmm...the muscular guy. Henry was also tall and muscular, but this guy who went inside was a beast.

I waited a few minutes before going to a guard.

"What are you doing when soone gets killed?" I also pointed in the corner, and got another laugh flash when I saw the guard going there. It was sohow codic.

Soon more guards followed, and I continued to laugh, seeing Henry relatively unhard being dragged out in cuffs.

This ti he looked for , and after finding

with his eyes, he grinned proudly.

I involuntarily applauded him a bit, it was true that my dog had brought

entertainnt. When he saw my movent, I could swear I saw his tail waggling happily.

The muscular guy was also dragged out, and his face looked a lot worse, the winner was clear, and I lost imaginary money, with which I could live.

Henry didn't co for dinner this evening, as did the other participants, and I could imagine where he would lounge for the next ti.

A normal day-to-day life continued without Henry, until it was exactly one month after the earthquake. Neither was I inford of ANYTHING, nor did ANYBODY visit , nor were any of the guards I talked to accepting bribery.

When I was ready to fight my way to the damn phone, sothing changed from the daily nonsense.

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My plan had been like this: A guard regularly led

through the corridors to the white room. Seldom did we run into others when we walked there, everywhere were caras, naturally anyway. I would trip and fall, try opening the cuffs with my conjured-up key, then conjure my knife up and threaten him to get his gun, and theeen, I would force him to let

make a phone call.

But all of this was not implentable because I was brought not to the white room on this day, but instead to the office of the sleazy businessman-warden.

I made a point to fixedly stare at the picture fra that was turned away from

when I entered his office. Just to annoy him, and to challenge the motherfucker with a hot daughter.

He really put the fra in a drawer of his desk, giving

a small victory. Then he took a few papers and motioned for the guard to uncuff , before giving

the papers.

"Interested in an expedition? Then sign this." He said.

"To where?" I asked.

"You have heard of the sinkhole, haven't you?"

What?The?Fuck?

I started to read through the docunt. It was a declaration of assignnt. If I got hurt during this expedition, or died, neither I nor my family could sue anybody. I would give up any rights.

If I ca back and told them what I experienced in this sinkhole, I would get one year deducted from my convicted ti in prison.

"And what exactly ans a one-year deduction from lifelong imprisonnt without the possibility of parole?" I asked, throwing the paper on the floor. I am still underage, even if I sign this, it should not count a thing.

The prison warden's face contorted,

"These are just details. Do you want to go, or do you not want to go? You aren't the only one who gets the possibility." The warden motioned for the guard, who bent down and picked up the papers, giving them to him.

"Why prisoners? Why not soone more capable?" I asked, already sure that I could guess the answers. Sothing had happened, and they had no information what was inside that hole, now they needed cannon fodder to go inside.

"This information should have been confidential, but it was leaked on the first day already, and is all over the internet. It doesn't matter if I tell you." The warden started.

Well, not that I know, I have no internet.

"Since the earthquake, they tried to first send down caras, helpers, the fire departnt, then biologists, then special agents...nobody ca back. Every electronic device disappeared as well, without delivering news. They don't know if anyone has survived, so they can't fill the hole up. anwhile, no one wants to go down again. Now, the prison was asked to provide...more manpower."